Mánu Mánná - Child of the Moon [Spanish translation]

The child of the moon

has skin smooth as silk

So pale, almost white

The colour of milk

Her hair falling down

with traces of gold

Lightens the night

of darkness and cold

Her laughter is soft

Her smile so bright

The look of her eyes

is a capturing sight

The child of the moon

takes a walk through the air

Lets some light in

to the souls of despair

Manu manna, manu manna

manu manna, manu manna manna

Manin manna, manu manna

manin manna, manu manna manna?

When she arrives

she's singing a song

A melody of joy

that echoes for long

Every one who's around

wants to embrace

her appearance of love,

beauty and grace

But into her heart

there is no way

Night is her friend

She's gone in the day

She is the one

to ease up your fears

But who is to dry

her own moonlit tears?

Manu manna...

Manin manna, manu manna manai?